On Angels Wings
A Villanelle Poem
When I was young and took a flight
I dreamed I too would fly one day
A bucket list of things I might
I wondered every day and night
If God was hearing what I say
Would ever I be cleared for flight
My one desire was “Do this right”
Yes, even if it meant I pray
I prayed I may, I prayed I might
By now this sounds a little trite
If God tells me, “Son, not today”
Do angels lend their wings for flight
A voice within said, “Hang on tight”
Your confidence must never stray
Keep holding on with all your might
So here’s my issue, here’s my plight
That Angel offered (back in May)
His own two wings for future flight
I wouldn’t then, but now I might
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Comments (2)
This was so deep and thought providing as well. I read your comments below and understood more. Loved your poem!
Awesome bro. Who’s the angel that lent the wings if you don’t KJ d me asking?